It's Always Been You ~||~ Soukoku

~• His Lips on Mine •~

Dazai helped Chuuya walk back to the Mafia base, although they had to stop every 5 minutes when Chuuya struggled to stand after not moving for weeks and then suddenly participating in a fight. His knees were giving up on him and he did not like it.

Dazai thought that if they continued this way, they'd never make it to the Mafia before the sun went down, so he wrapped his arms around the ginger's back and under his legs, picking him up.

"Oi! What are you trying to pull?!" The ginger stared at the brunet with wide eyes. "What if someone sees us like this?! Put me down right now or else I swear to god, the minute I'm able to freely move around again I will pulverize your skull and feed it to cats-"

"Chuuya, with you ranting on and on so loudly like this, you're only gaining more attention. Jeez has that stupid hat finally consumed your brain? This is embarrassing for both of us so shut up and let's just deal with it together." Dazai pouted, resuming to walk. The ginger groaned and looked away angrily.

Chuuya doesn't like being picked up, first of all it makes him feel like a child, and second of all, his weight is one of his insecurities. Dazai knew about this obviously, he knows about all of Chuuya's insecurities and weak points. Sure he'd tease him about things like his height and his hat, but never any touchy subjects, for example Arahabaki. Or even when he did tease the smaller one about his face or his hair or his weight, it would never have any true hurtful intentions and would just be for the sake of bickering.

Right now if it was any other person, Chuuya would've used his ability to make himself lighter. But as of now, his ability still isn't functioning and that 'person' is Dazai fricking Osamu. The said male could feel the ginger getting tense and trying his best to make himself lighter.

Dazai sighed and lowered his voice so that only Chuuya could hear him, "Calm down already, your weight doesn't bother me, besides it's not like you're that heavy anyways.." his pout intensified. Dazai Osamu doesn't give compliments. Well, not compliments that he actually means. Does this even count as a compliment?

Had it been anyone else, by now they would've been a blushing, flustered mess in Dazai's arms, but instead, the person that was in his arms, aka Nakahara Chuuya, smirked widely at him. "Is the great demon protege trying to be nice? Wow this is such a rare sight! Have you been abducted by aliens? Wait no, have you been replaced by an alien?! If so then I think I like you better than the actual Dazai" He snickered. Chuuya teasing Dazai was indeed a rare moment.

"Keep in mind that I can drop you at any moment, Chuuuuuuuuya." Dazai sneered back.

"Ah, looks like the normal shitty-zai is back." The ginger spoke with his regular 'Dazai I swear to god I will kill you one day' tone.

Despite all the bickering, none of them let go of each other and thankfully, they managed to reach the mafia base safely without any onlookers.

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Dazai put Chuuya down and the ginger stretched out his arms and legs, the cracking of his knuckles rather loud.

Chuuya looked up at the taller guy beside him, the discomfort and awkwardness on his face clear. Only then had Chuuya realized where they were. They were near the back of the base, a place where the duo would constantly use to sneak in after they had gone out drinking late at night multiple times.

The ginger (and the brunet) still remembers the look on Kouyou's face when they got caught once, reeking of wine and whisky. Boy oh boy was she fuming mad. Chuuya vaguely recalls his punishment, staying locked in a room with Dazai without any alcohol whatsoever. If drunk, Chuuya would've been able to tolerate it, but sober? He didn't stand a chance. When Kouyou had returned to free him from his punishment, the entire room had been torn down, Chuuya was sprawled out on the floor from exhaustion and Dazai was lying on the couch reading his suicide book.

Kouyou made note never to punish the duo like that again.

If Chuuya remembers this so clearly, then so does Dazai, which is likely why he was standing there, looking like a fish out of water. It was weird being here considering the fact that they're now officially enemies.

The shorter of the two broke the silence by saying, "The hell are you waiting around for, leave already."

Dazai blinked at him with slight surprise, despite the fact that he had trouble moving around freely, Chuuya could still easily overpower him and bring him to Mori as a hostage. It would greatly benefit his position as an executive...but instead...he was letting him go. And Dazai can't figure out why.

He stared at his ex-partner for a little bit, to which Chuuya responded with, "What? Is there something on my face?"

Chuuya didn't have a chance to say anything else before he suddenly felt a pair of lips on his own.

Dazai had kissed him.

Dazai, had kissed him.

Dazai had kissed him.

It took the ginger a little bit to process what was happening. Chuuya was still dazed when Dazai pulled away, and by the time he could do anything, the brunet had already left.

The mafioso stood there, trembling slightly, shocked to his core. Chuuya's eyes widened almost comically as he was continuing to process the situation. Only then he realized exactly how red his face and neck had turned...

With Dazai.

He wasn't thinking. At all. He wasn't thinking at all. Dazai crouched down behind some random grocery store, biting his hand in order to stop himself from yelling "WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO!?!?" out loud.

Dazai rarely panicked, him panicking was a once in a blue moon thing. Like today.

The reason he walked away before Chuuya could say anything was because he didn't want to know his reaction. ...Maybe he wanted to know just a little bit, but no he was terrified.

Mostly he was just scared (the fact that he was scared was a shocker as well) because he didn't want to see the look on the shorter one's face.

Dazai held feelings for the tiny chibi for a while, he realized that fact when Chuuya first used Corruption. He had never seen anything so beautifully dangerous. But back then he shoved those thoughts away and made sure that no one found out.

Well, everyone except Mori and Kunikida. Mori knows because he's...well because he's Mori. And Kunikida because one time he had a little too much to drink and spent the entire evening blabbing about his ex partner and the "teeny-tiny" crush he had on him. But for a while now, it feels like someone else besides those  two knows about his feelings (he's not talking about Chuuya).

Once Dazai finally regained his composure (somewhat), he walked (sprinted) back to his apartment, hating life. Jesus Christ, how is he supposed to get out of this situation.

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Heyheyhey guess who's alive- Yes yes I'm not dead, shocker I know. Semester 2 started the day before and, it abso-fucking-lutely sucked. I hate my new classmates and I hate all my subjects. But well whatever, I'll deal with it- ￣へ￣

AnYwHo, to make up for me not being active, I decided to attack y'all with Dazai kissing Chuuya :) Do you love me yet? No? Fine ಠ╭╮ಠ

And in case you were wondering, no he did not use tongue, it was a gentle peck on the lips because as much as I am a hard stan (believe you me, I am a *hard* stan.) , I live for soft Soukoku (ง •_•)ง

Anyways, Imma go now, ily thanks for reading and see ya in the comments~
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